He can tell that it's getting close to too much. Chase is squirming, shuddering, and it's just starting to be apparent that it might be getting close, in his breathing and in the strain of his laugh and his voice. He's still pushing... or maybe... maybe he's not. He thinks on it, on everything from the little laugh to the tone of his voice, almost shy and afraid to give too much away. It would almost be laughable to think about looking at the situation, that the boy with his tights around his thighs, who'd willingly offered to push his dance belt down too, is afraid.

"Maybe from this side, at least..." but there's an obvious smile behind his voice that says he's fucking with Chase just because he can, and it says that the answer there that he'd left unsaid is yes, that he does indeed think Chase is cute, but he won't just outright say it.

"This side isn't mouthy..." and then comes another spank from another angle, layering blows over his ass so there's a mottled pink that's beginning to spread.